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p.20, Love in a Handful of Dust by Kirk Ramdath
– Poem, "bliss"
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my favourite times
are when we talked and kissed for hours
over unfinished martinis
at the vicious circle
when you sat on my lap
at the 7th street c-train station
drunken making out
as trains came and went
or we lay in bed
on a morning that went on and on...
just one more kiss
of your exquisite lips
ripe fruit
i want to taste
your supple sweetness
sup
your sun-grown perfection
palpable, delicious lips
succulence that i must kiss –
i have to be at work,
why are you just lying in bed
staring at me
with those deep coves of green water
that you call eyes –
i am glad i never learned to swim
for the pleasure of drowning
in the those jade pools
you take my hand
show me
how wet you are
so wet
my brain melts
your nectar –
so thick,
i have to lick
you taste so sweet
i want more to eat
no more from life
i want than this –
your pussy to kiss,
your bliss on my lips
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